sag under their coat of snow while a god’s eye floats above.
I’ve been hunkered down, distracted by the weather, researching my book about forests. To the process of book building I raise a toast: “Let be be finale of seem,” as Wallace Stevens put it in his poem “The Emperor of Ice Cream.”
More interesting stuff tomorrow.
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